Let your thoughts flow.
Like the poet’s tree.
(Like the painter’s brush).
Let empty space become shape.
(Stimulating rhythm).
One syllable per beat.
(One stroke per progression).
Silence disturbs not motion.
A march without breaks.
A staminous run.
Second beginning.
Thrust and drawn.
A set of short notes.
Melody clearly struck.
Makes the flowers bloom.
Even in October.
Rejoice.
An idea; a creation.
Transformed and recreated.
A destination or direction.
Still undecided.
Intangible but near.
New world; new eyes.
Discovering light.
Hello,
My kind friend.
Smiles invitingly.
The faithful strings.
Strung warmly.
Voice.
Deep and honest.
Sings again upon return.
Rest and rhythm.
Rejoice.
Written September 12, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Bright Golden
Sitting on the edge of the planet
I can’t see you but I see you’re good
I see the fields and I know they’re big
They can’t contain you
I want to see the victory
Knowing it’s in your hands
I hear whispers of your song
Oh, teach me the melody
You make things clearer for me
But I still won’t understand
But I will wait for you
More than the watchman for the morning
More than the watchman for the morning
I will hope in you
I can’t see you but I see you’re good
I see the fields and I know they’re big
They can’t contain you
I want to see the victory
Knowing it’s in your hands
I hear whispers of your song
Oh, teach me the melody
You make things clearer for me
But I still won’t understand
But I will wait for you
More than the watchman for the morning
More than the watchman for the morning
I will hope in you
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
North Dakota

I'm in the little town of Velva for the time. Canadians have Rememberance day off, making the weekend one day longer, so one of my friends invited me back to her little town.
There were also two other girls who came and all three of them, plus others went to some football game, but I stayed back at her house to finish a paper I procrastinated with...
So I'm on my own for the day. Might write some poetry sometime. And I'm just straight up bored.
I ate a meal at a little diner by myself. Got the whole thing on camera. Doing it Andy Warhol style. That's how cool I am. Yeah. I can't wait til they get back.
Never ever procratinate.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Jordon
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Neon Pee
After many dramatic happenings, I'm at school now. Things are awesome. I've got lots of work to do, but that's the exciting part because I'm looking forward to being stretched and pushed to my limits. I want to do hard things and I want to do them well. I love my roommate. She's really great. Of everyone one on my hall I'd pick her, if I had the chance now after meeting everyone.
This'll sound weird, but lately I've noticed that my pee's been a neon yellow colour. I did a Google search to find out that that's caused from taking multivitamins, which makes perfect sense because recently I started taking them. :)
Have a great day,
Stephanie
This'll sound weird, but lately I've noticed that my pee's been a neon yellow colour. I did a Google search to find out that that's caused from taking multivitamins, which makes perfect sense because recently I started taking them. :)
Have a great day,
Stephanie
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